In Another Life By Littleluxray Novels & Stories

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

Annora: "You know they're only here for the crown. They have no interest in you," Diedra snickers as she walks into my room and slams the door behind me. Her long hair was as dark as her heart. Similar to a black hole, there was no light or space for air or love. She stared at herself in the giant mirror that covered the French doors to my walk-in closet. One finger twirled in her hair as she admired herself. Don't get me wrong. My stepsister was gorgeous.

"You loved me so much. How could you be someone else's mate?" Then, as if struck by a sudden revelation, disgust twisted across his expression. "I see, Loria. You're angry because I made you apologize to Lyra. You did this to force me to give in, didn't you?" How laughable. How familiar. In his world, I would forever be trapped in the frame of being selfish and of being cruel to Lyra. No matter what I did, it would always be twisted into some persecution against her. It had been that way in my last life. It was still the same now.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

I didn't have any reason to live again. My life had already been thrown into shambles and I didn't think I could handle further pain. As I got to the door of my apartment, I sat down on the porch and let the rain beat down on me heavily. My eyes teared at the car which was packed beautifully in front of the apartment. It was then I remembered I never got to ride it. 'Maybe I would get to ride one in my next life.' I smiled weekly and hugged my knees, bowing my head in between my thighs. I don't know how long I stayed out in the rain but I could feel my body going numb.

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

Through the big window, I saw Wynnie standing alone at the entrance, looking completely worn out. Still, my heart did not stir in the slightest. What happened in my previous life was etched too deeply into my bones. Even now, thinking back on it still made me tremble with fear. How could I ever turn back to Wynnie? She continued trying to contact me relentlessly. Texts and emails kept coming at me nonstop every single day. When I opened them, they were all more or less the same: [I’m sorry. I was wrong.] [Can you really be so heartless as to abandon everything we shared?]

"No. You're my fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess. I'll stay with you. I won't leave you." My chest tightened as if seized by an unrelenting force that tore it apart from within. I didn't even notice when the call ended. I clutched my phone as tears streamed silently down my face. I curled into a ball, and my wolf roared in agony inside me. The silver nitrate gnawed at its life. Before long, my consciousness grew hazy. "Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker!" Daisy's cries echoed from afar. "Don't fall asleep! Please… save her! She's dying!"

On holidays and my birthday, there would be precious gifts—jewelry, trinkets. I converted all of it to cash and donated it to orphanages, helping countless children who now called me "Mama Natalie." Caleb grew up strong and kind. He loved to read and was accepted into a prestigious university. He planned to become a teacher and care for orphans, just like me. Days passed, and life grew more and more beautiful. As for what was forgotten… let it remain forgotten. The End

His wolf would never howl again. Forrest, too, was unable to find peace. His smile froze on his face, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Everything around him was bustling, yet he alone felt as though he were standing in darkness. He couldn't even feel Nova's presence. Images of Serena laughing with another werewolf flashed through his mind. Those things he could never again possess in this lifetime were now in the arms of another. Both werewolves turned their gazes toward the same direction. Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they